...another teacher.
Janet, Creative Arts teacher, stood there in the doorway, staring at Mr Todd without moving a muscle or blinking. She breathed heavily despite not moving. Mr Todd didn't know what to do. What could he do? He knew that he was still Mr Todd, but Janet didn't know that. To Janet, he was just a tiger. A tiger covered in ripped clothing. Mr Todd's ripped clothing. Mr Todd's eyes darted around the room in a blind panic, either staring at Janet or the window that was open. Changing back would freak Janet out more than she already was. He had to something, so finally, he decided to console Janet. After all, he wanted to test out if he could still talk. "Janet, don't worry. It's m-" Mr Todd tried to say, walking up to Janet.
Janet just heard a tiger roar, slowly walking up to her. "HELP!" Janet yelled as she ran away from the room, crying out in fear. "NO, WAIT!" Mr Todd yelled as he started following her through the corridors of the school. Eventually, he gave up and walked back to the room where he transformed, licking the coffee off the floor. He didn't like giving the cleaners extra work, so he thought it would be better if he cleaned it up himself. Something about it didn't taste right to him, but before he could think of anything, a painful shock left him unconscious.
A bright light hit him in the eyes. As it dimmed he saw himself surrounded by several tigresses...